Chapter 3 President: The Boss Is a Peony

Feng Xinglang's laughter became even deeper, "Peony flower?"

The rising voice has a creepy feeling.

Subei, on the other hand, was a poor little boy who was strangled by his fate.

He reacted with hindsight, is the sentence of peony flower dying on the wrong target?

Feng Xinglang suddenly took a step back and returned to his indifferent look, "I don't like roses."

Subei felt that the strong sense of oppression dissipated a little, quietly relieved, and then prepared to leave, "Goodbye Mr. Feng!"

After speaking, he ran away, Feng Xinglang's threatening voice came from behind, "Don't let me see you smoking again..."

The unfinished words gave Subei goosebumps all over and quickened the pace of leaving.

748's familiar mechanical voice sounded, "The strategy value has increased by 3%, and the current strategy progress is 3%."

Subei staggered, "What the hell is the progress of the strategy?"

748 replied concisely, "It's the progress of the strategy."

The corners of Subei's mouth twitched slightly, answering is the same as not answering, is it interesting?

He put his arm on the window edge of the sports car, felt the wind blowing, and then thought about what to do other than send flowers after chasing people.

Subei irritably took out the cigarette between his fingertips, and Feng Xinglang's threat flashed through his mind.

With a flick of his hand, he put the cigarette back in his trousers pocket, he stopped smoking, and he confessed.

Subei was knocking on the steering wheel. Anyway, he didn't know how to attack, so he just came.

However, did he forget something?

A few minutes later, North Jiangsu stood downstairs in Feng Xinglang's company again.

He forgot that he was here for dinner.

But the desire to survive made Subei stop downstairs and pace back and forth.

After hesitating for a while, North Jiangsu went to the nearest hotel to pack a meal before joining the company.

The little girl at the front desk almost slipped when she saw North Jiangsu.

She looked at Subei in horror and asked, "Young Master Su is here to find the president?" Why did she come back?

Subei nodded.

The little girl at the front desk swallowed and asked, "Then I'll call the president."

Subei doesn't like to embarrass others, so he agrees.

The little girl at the front desk breathed a sigh of relief and called Feng Xinglang's office.

After being connected, the young lady at the front desk said respectfully, "Mr. Feng, Master Su is here, I'm here..."

She paused, and Subei understood, and raised the lunch box in her hand.

The little girl at the front desk twitched slightly and told Feng Xinglang that Subei was here to deliver lunch.

There were only two words back there, and I threw it away.

The little girl at the front desk truthfully conveyed it to North Jiangsu.

Subei glanced at the lunch box, and automatically understood that Feng Xinglang didn't want to make an appointment with him, so he took the lunch box and turned to leave.

Although this body is rich, saving food is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Feng Xinglang did not eat it, but he ate it well.

However, before he reached the door, he was stopped by the girl at the front desk, "Master Su, Mr. Feng asked you to go up."

Northern Jiangsu walked up to the 17th floor and arrived at Feng Xinglang's office.

Feng Xinglang was looking at the document, his whole person exuded an air of rigor and abstinence.

Glancing at the lunch box in Subei's hands, he paused strangely.

Subei coughed and said bravely: "Since Mr. Feng doesn't want to go out to dinner with me, I have to bring it here."

He looked at Feng Xinglang with a well-behaved look.

A trace of evil flashed in Feng Xinglang's eyes. He remembered that North Jiangsu was notorious for not touching the sun with his fingers.

He would like to see that this young master can do all kinds of things, "Invite me to dinner, I want to see your cooking tomorrow."

"Ah?" Subei didn't respond.

Feng Xinglang said impatiently, "Don't you want to chase me?"

Subei nodded, "Yes!" But he can't cook!

Feng Xinglang's expression was so high, as if he was teasing a pet that had nowhere to run, "Don't want to?"

Subei shook his head vigorously, expressing his determination, "I am very willing." The problem still cannot be solved.

Feng Xinglang was satisfied now, his brows stretched out, "Go out."

Subei is a little confused, so this makes him go?